t hardly that easy to spark me, don't start me Believe me, you don't want no part of me [Nine] Grey skies for you sonny, ass-out Baby with the runs,
Nine-three was the key, nine-four was sure Nine-five took a dive, nine-six I was poor Nine-seven did eleven now I'm made out the gate Nine-nine spit
're representin the crew And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt & a brew Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game If you a baller, money went
Verse One: Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me G Back in the days we played
a face *2 For any, section of bumba ras claat, oh! Flush it! .. Oh! Nobody wan come test me y'know true dem we a drive pretty car Wanna no part of any
doesn't give a shit And they too quick to say goodbye to me They tell me the preacher's there for me He's a crook with a book, that motherfucker never
nobody cry every man gotta die When they bury me, they bury me a G Rest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me Pour some liquor on the curb
got me about to act a fool quick sippin' on some Alazay and Cristal, meanwhile buy me a drink and get to winking at me she smiles a niggas full of
Crack sellin', predicate villain, spit big words but I can't spell 'em Put a shot to your melon, that'll keep you're punk ass from chillin' Then I got that nine and a
a drink cause she's fine, you know a nigga usually don't trip, but I really wanna catch you in my six, be a freak from the shorty suck a dick, if it's
a ceaser or a fade kept a pistol or a blade Try to flip a 62 like every couple days I get knocked I come home it's all a part of the game Catch a snitch
a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide Either way you go against me, you still gon die I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef You wanna talk
she wanna fight me People saying if I get knocked she ain't gon write me The sick part is all that bullshit excites me 1 - [Destiny's Child] A thug's
Yayo) [Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet) (Call me) Why you naggin me? (Call me) Girl you houndin me (yo why you houndin me) (Call me) Why you harassin me? I
a SouthSide nigga you can come through and ask for me Systems thumpin', pumpin', 2Pac blast for me. [blast] Cali show me love! (come on!) - But me I'
a great mind Can Chris Hansen save our kids on Datline? I drink a rich swine with a bit of strick nine (Ain't) No one in my mind, I'm never gonna see
me explain a pimp a nigga about the m-o-n-e-y See a hoe break a hoe, and try to influence the bitch To turn a trick for the nigga who, presuaded her to
White Mike on turnpikes You'll get sucked by the light M.C.'s get stuck up by the Bai Me nine strikes Keep a Tec, all up inside ya R.E.C. Room Ya crabs
